Well I guess it's true, it was always you.
Sneaking in my mind, and hurting me inside.
I'm filled with so much love, that you wanted none of.
Now I can't wait no more, Lord.

From days spent chasing, from nights spent waiting.
This is freedom, freedom.
This is freedom, freedom.

I'm tired of feeling shame, trying to speak my name.
I'm tired of feeling fear, and wishing you were here.
I'm tired of missing you, and wondering what you do.
Now I can't wait no more, Lord

From days spent chasing, from nights spent waiting.
This is freedom, freedom.
This is freedom, freedom.